February 2005 Page 27
In the 1956, my parents built a ranch-style home in the suburbs in Michigan. There were three bedrooms off a long hall, with a bathroom in between two of the bedrooms. The walls were heavy plaster and very soundproof. The middle bedroom first belonged to my brother, because he was the oldest and the only boy. When he graduated, my older sister moved into the bedroom. After she graduated, the room became mine. On one side of the room was my a long closet that abutted another bedroom's closet, separated by a wall. The other bedroom wall abutted up against the bathroom, with no entry. My door opened into the long hallway. My mother insisted I sleep with the door closed. She had made and hung wine-colored, lined drapes that hung about six inches below the window ledge. There was no light that could come through them. The floors were hardwood.
A few times during the year I had the room, before I had even begun to get tired enough to fall asleep, I would see a large circle of light on the hardwood floor, right in the middle of the room. It was very bright, and about 10 inches wide. It was unexplainable in the pitch-black room with the heavily lined drapes.
Then I started hearing heavy breathing, about 12 inches from my face. To mimic this breathing, you would have to breath as hard and loud as you could, like you'd imagine a monster would sound like. I never felt the breath on my face, but this went on nightly, and I would lie still and hold my breath, thinking if I pretended I was asleep or dead, it would leave me alone. I would even cover my face with blankets. I dared not get up and turn the light on, because the light was quite a distance from my bed, and I feared I would move right into whatever evil presence was frightening me. I was in eighth grade at the time. I would lay there still, for an undetermined period of time, until I finally would become so tired I would fall asleep.
We had a very dysfunctional family and I never mentioned any of this to my parents. Part of me wondered if I was going crazy or something.
Eleven years later, when I was 23, my older sister (then 28), became my roommate in a house I was renting. One afternoon, we were chatting and I began telling her about how creepy that former room was, and how I heard heavy breathing right by my face. Her eyes widened, and she said with shock, "YOU HEARD IT TOO?" Then she said, "You know, I ALSO used to see this large circle of light on the floor, and I could never figure where it was coming from. And then I would feel the bed sink in, near my feet, like someone was sitting at the end of the bed."
We eventually asked our brother about his experiences in that room. He said he never noticed anything out of the ordinary. We figured whatever evil we had both experienced must have only liked females. This experience still leaves haunting memories to this day for my sister and me, even though we are now in our 50s.
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